「Morning.」
Morning sunlight had long since streamed through the window, illuminating the bedside. Alka had no choice but to pull his pillow over his face to block the light. As for getting up, it was out of the question. Right now, he just wanted to die in bed, to become one with it forever.
Last night, due to the Magic Mirror's dream, he had a brief conversation with the soul inside. However, perhaps because he was an ordinary person, the short dream had diminished his sleep quality. Even after eventually falling into a sound sleep, he still felt somewhat fatigued upon waking. He constantly felt unrested, with an aching back and waist.
And they promised salvation. Just wait, I'll sell you off, Alka, awake but unwilling to get up, thought indignantly. Why would Alka even consider saving something of unknown origin that was hiding inside a mirror? Whether it was good or bad, it was better for it to just stay inside obediently. He planned to find an opportunity to sell it off.
